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[patheticvillain]

wichita's gone. her cabin's blank.

first one of the month, i guess.

spam } morgause ( tw; self-injury )

[He's been spending a lot of time as a cat lately. If you asked him why, he wouldn't be able to tell you. Probably he'd say something snide like four legs are better than one and then change the subject, like you wouldn't notice the stunt he was trying to pull.]

[The truth is twofold. He wants to hurt. Very badly, even now, he wants to hurt. It's self-flagellating, because Kon's suit is tucked away in his closet gathering dust, and there's nothing to protect him from pain anymore.]

[The other reason is that he misses home, and this form is inextricably connected with his home. The feel of fur down his back reminds him of Lila in his bed, and missing her is a familiar, if dulled, ache. Another way to hurt is remembering.]

[When he sees Morgause vanishing down the hall after breakfast, he follows after her. Not because he likes her - he doesn't know her from Adam - but because she's Morgana's, and Morgana is (tangentially) his. His paws tread silently down the hall behind her, but she might notice him by a prickling at the back of her neck: he's staring at her, unwavering, unblinking.]

Comments

[mistconduct]

Fuck me.

Pour one out for the lost souls, or whatever.

[patheticvillain]

i'm so sick of this man.

[mistconduct]

Same. But what're we supposed to do?

[patheticvillain]

nothing we can do except punch the admiral which we also can't do so nothing

[mistconduct]

could punch the ship instead.

[patheticvillain]

that would just hurt dumbass

[mistconduct]

Not if we set it on fire.

I'm kidding.

Maybe.

[patheticvillain]

you want to punch the ship on fire?

[ Private ]

[warisart]

I'm sorry, Cassel.

Truly.

[ Private ]

[patheticvillain]

yeah i know you mean it

it just sucks and there's nothing i can do about it

[ Private ]

[warisart]

It's strange. There are so many things that we cannot do anything about, but this is one of the most upsetting.

The answer is, of course, responsibility. And yet if we can't do anything about it, where is the responsibility inherent in that?

[ Private ]

[patheticvillain]

moral responsibility right? we owe them something. for being here and being free and being charged with helping them

[ Private ]

[warisart]

We owe them our effort while they are here, as much as we can while that condition is met

Our responsibility necessarily ends where our capability does. With retrieving them, or following them, or preventing the disappearances from happening. We are not responsible for flying, Cassel, when we are only capable of walking.

[ Private ]

[patheticvillain]

I'm sorry. I don't agree with that. we keep them here, we should be able to fly

[ Private ]

[warisart]

The sentiment is admirable, but the reality is non-viable.

[ Private ]

[patheticvillain]

can't we just agree to disagree

[exnihilo]

[Mira slides a drawing of Witchita, making a silly scowly sort of face, under Cassel's door. It's not signed, but he knows her style.]

[patheticvillain]

[He texts her later, after lunch, after he's hung the drawing on his wall.]

thank you

[youmayregretthat]

[Morgause is on her way back to her room after breakfast. She has borrowed books out of the library that she wishes to read and while she could feasibly take them to the common room to read, she prefers the quiet. She is trying desperately to figure out a way to unlock her magic once more without needing the approval of the nebulous Admiral and such research is also best conducted in private.]

[She does notice, however, the cat following after her. She stops, and looks over her shoulder at Cassel for a moment, studying him. For all intents and purposes, he seems very much like an ordinary cat. He moves like one, holds himself like one, but he doesn't look like one. He sees different. Morgause turns more fully to face the small cat.]

You're following me, [she states, plainly.] I don't expect an answer from you like this, but who are you?

[patheticvillain]

[Then why did you ask? he thinks, twitching his tail in vague irritation. Instead of responding, he sits down and cocks his head to one side, a very un-catlike action, and yowls loudly. MROWROW. It means Cassel. Get with it, Morgause.]

[Then he hops up and starts to follow at her heels again. Well within kicking range, but hey, that's a risk that he's willing to take.]

[youmayregretthat]

[Fortunately for Cassel, she is not one to kick an animal. Even if it's not actually an animal. That doesn't mean he won't get a sour look when he continues to follow her.]

You had best find amusement elsewhere.

[patheticvillain]

[Oh wow, he loves torturing her already. She talks like Morgana and has a stick up her ass. Prancing next to her, he looks up at her and keeps talking, mrow mrow mrow without pause.]

[youmayregretthat]

[Cassel, what the actual--]

[She stops as he continues mrowing, allowing to continue for a moment longer before she bends down and picks him up by the scruff of his neck.]

[patheticvillain]

[What the fuck :(]

[He lets out the loudest yowl yet, twisting and turning to get out of her grasp.]

[youmayregretthat]

[She holds him there unflinchingly while also not saying anything. The bigger the fuss you make, Cassel, the longer it's gonna take to get you back on the ground.]

[She'll wait.]